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sara, sarah’s cave

29 Jan

sarah’s cave, Genesis 23

her cave, my tent

And Abraham rose up from before his dead …

He holds her, his Sarah, once, just once. Old, ancient in his hands and knees, Abraham holds his heart, his Sara, Sarah, with hands, fingers that ache, pain filled memories come as he holds her. The times he failed her, betrayed her to others. No other man’s hands live for her now, …

And Sarah died at Kiriath-arba (that is, Hebron) in the land of Canaan, and Abraham went in to mourn for Sarah and to weep for her. And Abraham rose up from before his dead and said to the Hittites, “I am a sojourner and foreigner among you; give me property among you for a burying place, that I may bury my dead out of my sight.” ‘

….that I may bury my dead out of my sight.” ‘

Abraham has moved from holding, seeing, remembering his beloved to , now, after his floods of memory, to not wanting to see her again. Ever.

Trees surround Sarah’s cave. No longer to be seen….

‘So the field of Ephron in Machpelah, which was to the east of Mamre, the field with the cave that was in it and all the trees that were in the field, throughout its whole area, was made over to Abraham as a possession in the presence of the Hittites, before all who went in at the gate of his city. After this, Abraham buried Sarah his wife in the cave of the field of Machpelah east of Mamre (that is, Hebron) in the land of Canaan. The field and the cave that is in it were made over to Abraham as property for a burying place by the Hittites.’

Yet.., his memories can’t, won’t be buried. Yet, perhaps he, Abraham would speak, pray,

so sorry I fail you so; from silences; to letting, to thinking deceptions; from my love without limits to my limited feelings

our tent, our cave, our live